Before note: I'm so sorry that I haven't touched this story in such a long time. Luckily, a certain someone thankfully reminded me of that. Thanks, Mimototokiku!

I'm very sorry though, because I made this chapter really short. I was just in a rush to sleep. XD XD XD

Oh, and by the way: I describe the details of kissing in this chapter, though the only problem is that I've never kissed anyone before. So, I've attempted to make stuff up that would be closest to how people describe it as, "fireworks going off", whatever that means…

Disclaimer: I own no one in this fanfic.

This truly felt like a dream. A dream that was long awaited, longed for, wanted so badly by the person, or turtle, who cried out for this heavenly feeling. Donatello never even cared about kissing until now…

When he was younger, he studied on a lot of things that boggled his mind that would be easier to understand as he matured. But the one thing that he will never understand is true love.

He studied on the human heart, wondering if it had any physical connection instead of "emotional." He experimented on the emotion of love that seemed to "dominate all other true feelings", taking Raphael and Spike for example. Unfortunately, it wasn't the "romantic" love he was looking for. He even watched romantic movies and observed and questioned why the long awaited couple would kiss dramatically near the end of the plot.

What was kissing? He always thought for his young fifteen years that it was just casual, one of the many signs of showing someone that they loved that person they longed for. He was obsessive in learning the different ways of kissing as well, from a short peck on the lips to a strong, unbearably, disgusting trade of saliva and eventually led to who-wants-to-know.

But what Donnie was experiencing right there, laying comfortably in bed with his best friend and crush, April O'Neil, towering over him and caressing his lips with hers…he would have to erase all that experimental knowledge form earlier and fill it with this new data he was receiving firsthand.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. For the first time that he met April, where he happened to spot her on the street with her dad while he stood on a roof above her, he instantly fell in love with her, wanting to have the courage to blow his cover and walk down there to talk to her. Of course, that would've been a stupid move, considering she would've screamed in his face one way or another, depending on what he did to make her notice him the first time that one night. As their unexpected friendship developed, the two were beginning to already settle to the levels of BFFs. However, Donnie hoped it would raise to what he preferred, and that was for her to be his girlfriend. He went all out on his own ways to try to get her attention and give her his own signs of his love for her, from Metalhead's projector staring at her, to trying to impress her with latest inventions and battle techniques. (The patrol buggy was the worst attempt.) He even was willing to throw himself into harm's way by fending off a psychic mutant monkey. He was embarrassingly defeated, but had a nice present of return of April tending to his wounds later on.

The point was, he actually had a small burning belief in his sweet heart that she would never love him as much as he did, a belief he wished to extinguish, but couldn't have the heart to do it.

Boy, was he wrong. He had all the reasons to get rid of it now.

When's April's lips had crashed into his, he remembered feeling a bit lightheaded. His heart began beating very fast, and he could hear it through his plastron. He wanted to talk, but April was a distracting barrier to that attempt. When he felt her hand softly stroking his cheek however, he let himself relax to her domination and slowly closed his chocolate eyes, his body loosening to her touch. He wanted to kiss back just as forcefully, but his head still hurt and felt very heavy, so he let himself relax again and let April take over.

The kiss wasn't too light and it wasn't too hard. It was a sign of April showing her feelings for the tall turtle. His mind was having major trouble trying to process everything that was going on.

April was kissing him…

April was KISSING him…

After a small while, April had finally pulled away, opening her blue eyes and looking down at Donnie's brown. Donnie looked back up at her, trying to interpret what her eyes were telling him. They both sat there for a while, completely speechless. It was until Donnie lifted a hand up and pressed it softly to April's face. He finally said the first words after the long moment.

"So, you knew?"

April understood, saying, "Yeah, I didn't really know until today. Right now. I didn't know how I was going to tell it to you though, because I thought it would be awkward…"

"So…does that mean…you love me back?"

April's reply was a small nod, followed by another kiss. This time, it was a bit shorter and a little less powerful, but it gave Donnie all he wanted to know. He had succeeded in getting the one girl he had eyes for.

April pulled back, whispering, "I love you, Donnie."

A weak smile crept on Donnie's thin lips. That's all he wanted to know and hear. He was happy now.

"I love you too, April…" his hand on her cheek was becoming very slack, and before April knew what was happening, his beautiful eyes had slipped shut and his arm fell beside him. His head bobbed a bit to the side.

April, not understanding what had just happened in the short second, was soon then on the major verge of panic. "Donnie?!" she exclaimed, gently shaking him. He didn't respond. She tried kissing him again, but he even didn't respond to that.

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She couldn't just lose him! She couldn't! He was slowly meaning everything to her. How could he just die right then and there, right in front of her? He wouldn't do that, would he?

She finally grabbed his hand and felt for a pulse. When she felt a strong but slow one, she instantly relaxed. More proof of him not leaving her was that she then rested her head on his chest, listening to his just as strong heartbeat on the other side. She stayed there for a bit, his steady heartbeat calming her own.

She sat up and felt his forehead, only for her to almost pull it back in surprise. It was scorching hot. He was burning up.

He must have a fever! That's probably how he suddenly passed out. How could April not notice this earlier? She knew that he was warm from earlier, but she didn't assume it was a faze. She was so caught up in trying to explain how she felt about him when she didn't even know on his health condition! She was so stupid.

But of course, she would make it up to him any was she could.

She bent sown and gave the unconscious turtle one final kiss on the cheek, muttering, "I'm sorry, Donnie." Reluctantly, she got off the bed and began to walk out the room slowly. Trying to find the eldest, Leonardo, she reached dainty fingertips up to her lips. They were really tingly…

Done! Sorry that was so extremely short! I would try to add more to it, but I'm just too tired. I don't know, do you want more, or do you just want to wait until the next chapter?

Wasn't it cute, though? Who thought Donnie was dead when he passed out from the fever? I just wanted to finish that before I went to bed.

Reviews would be nice!